"Well..."

Margarita frowned in disgust and scratched the soles of her shoes on the ground.

There was a small stain on the ground in front of her, like some carapace fragments, a mixture of mucus and minced meat.

A snail that was trampled.

Sinid Island is lush with trees and the scenery is indeed good, but it also has more inconveniences.

"What's wrong, Margarita?" The brunette young man passed by her and asked with a smile.

"nothing."

The sorcerer avoided the young man's gaze.

She raised her head and followed the team, continuing to climb up the winding white steps.

The morning sun shines on the island of Sinnied. Margarita looks to the top of the mountain and can vaguely see the towering white stone walls and the golden palace top.

The magnificence of Gastang Palace also made Aritusa and Charlotte inferior.

Leading the way was a bald man in black armor, who was said to be one of two officers of the Imperial Guard.

Under his leadership, the group soon arrived at the Gastang Palace on the top of the mountain.

However, the interior of the palace is not as magnificent as its appearance.

Broken doors and windows, wooden strips, the originally neat walls were covered with cracks, and the room was full of burnt decorations and furniture.

That is the trace left by the spell.

When the coup occurred six years ago, Margarita fled to the Luosha Palace at the foot of the mountain very early, so she was not involved in the battle.

She was entrusted by Yennefa to protect Xiri, but she never waited for the girl from beginning to end. She only saw the white tower on the top of the mountain explode in two parts in the middle.

Margarita looked ahead of the team.

Yennefa and Geralt were walking side by side, and the witch hunter's hands were still rubbing up and down the back of the sorcerer's back.

She frowned first, then smiled bitterly.

A guilty expression flashed across his face.

Everyone walked along the wide corridor to the depths of the palace, and stood on both sides of the imperial guards wearing gorgeous black armor, "welcoming" everyone coming.

The meeting was located in the central hall of Gastang Palace.

She was about to enter the hall when she saw the black-haired young man suddenly stopped and looked at a blank wall.

As if feeling his gaze, the young black-haired man turned around and smiled at him, then followed slowly.

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The main hall has obviously been renovated, without fancy decorations and murals, only a simple wooden long table.

The gorgeous silver plate was filled with some simple Nifgaard refreshments, and the attendees who had arrived were enjoying a simple breakfast.

A man was already sitting at one end of the long table, and it was Emperor Nifgaard, who was absent from the dinner.

After last night's banquet, most of the warlocks and officers of Nifgaard and nobles had left Sinied Island today.

And the only people who are truly qualified to attend the meeting were the ten people in the room.

Yennefa, Philiba, Fringigera, Tris, plus herself.

Except for Ada Emin and Francisca who refused to come, and Kayla who would not be able to come back for a while, most of the members of the sorcerer assembly came.

There was only one warlock - Dorigare was sitting alone in the corner of the long table.

Men's talents have withered, and now this incompetent person can represent Ban Ade Academy.

Geralt was standing at the door, and seemed to have had some dispute with the guards who took his weapon.

Vatir was missing, and instead stood beside the emperor was a short, fat man with a goatee.

Peter Effertson.

Duke of the Niphgad Empire, Minister of Finance.

Like Vatir, he was the right-hand man of Emperor Enshire.

Margarita looked to the other side of the long table.

The young "wizard" did not eat anything, but raised his eyebrows and was looking at the entire conference hall with interest.

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After a simple breakfast, the meeting officially began.

Duke Peter, standing beside Enhill, took out a piece of parchment, pulled the collar of Ruff, tightly tied his neck, and said to everyone sitting around the long table:

"Thank you for your arrival, I will briefly talk about today's agenda. First of all..."

But the emperor waved his hand and interrupted him directly. A majestic voice rang in the hall: "There is no agenda today..."

He glanced around the long table, and his eyes finally stopped on Zach.

Zach ignored the emperor at all, but stared at a corner of the ceiling in a daze.

Enhill frowned and whispered: "Next, I will announce the decision made by the Nifgad Empire."

He looked at the warlocks on his left:

"Triss, Dorigare, Fringigera, you can go back and tell your King Tancorid Thysen that the Empire is willing to grant the Principality of Covell."

The Finance Minister next to him then added:

"Covell will enjoy the right to appoint and dismiss the court, the right to hereditary power of the king, the right to recruit military power and the autonomy of fiscal and taxation."

The three warlocks were stunned.

What is an autonomous principality?

As the Principal of Empire, Toustente was named Enris because his ruler was named Enris.

Taimolia became the Principal of the Empire because of her turn against the Northern Expedition, which helped the Empire successfully capture Redania.

Now Covell is the only independent country on the mainland.

Now the Central Army of the Empire has advanced to the border. With the current situation, Nifgaard may not need to capture the entire Covell for a month.

Several warlocks did come with the instructions of the Covell royal family.

But the best result they could think of was nothing more than a truce agreement, buying some time for Coveldor.

As for the autonomous principality, they had never thought about it. Now the war has not been fought yet, so has the right to autonomy been directly given?

When did the Nifgad Empire become so easy to talk about?

Tris looked at Yennefa in a daze, and the latter nodded quietly.

However, before the sorcerer could respond, Enhill's voice sounded again, as if the decree just now was just a trivial matter.

"Asaturi and Ben Ade will all merge with the Imperial Warlock Academy and all move to the city of Nifgaard. Other provinces and principalities will no longer retain any Warlock Academy."

As soon as the words came out, except Yennefa, the warlocks present looked at each other.

Even Philiba looked at the emperor.

The emperor directly ignored everyone's reaction and continued: "As for the Skeliger Islands..."

One decree after another that determines the world pattern is announced in the room and is quickly turned over without discussion.

Everyone gradually went from being dumbfounded at the beginning to looking at each other, and finally became numb.

Finally, Enhill spoke:

"Many of you have said it in person..." The emperor held his fingers together, with a rare joking in his expression:

"[Ancient Blood] is essential to this world..." He glanced at everyone meaningfully: "Now you have a chance to fulfill your promise."

Enhill looked at the black-haired mage who had been silent on the side of the long table:

"I don't think you need to introduce each other. All those present will join this trip, and Nifgaard will give full support to the personnel and materials."

Zach, who had been distracted, seemed to finally come back to his senses and smiled gratefully to everyone present.

The pendant on his chest also lit up at the right time, and a community star map was projected in the room.

Most people in the conference room have seen this scene.

Only the warlock Dorigare was stunned: "This is..."

"Is this an order?" Phylliba's cold voice rang.

"Philipa..." Enhill turned his head and looked straight into the deformed eyes of the sorcerer: "The Empire will no longer retain any court sorcerer position. Whether to go or stay is your own decision."

However, the emperor was only half of his words, and the star map that originally filled the entire conference room suddenly flashed.
Chapter completed!